The white in yellow ( Read more... )

Back to Kundera (still not finished obviously). He's now moved on to an explaination of cause and effect, coincidences and significance, homo sentimentalists and love and returning to where I left off previously, the relationship between ideologies and imagologies.

In a nutshell, if I understood him correctly, ideologies that attempt a ( Read more... )

New Year, once again. Meaningless? Once again. I have had a blog sitting at the back of my head, that twists into misshapen entries that become nothingness except at 4:30am, just before sleep ( Read more... )

I am in the midst of reading a truly beautiful book, and it made me feel like writing. But I am not sure what is there to write about. Except perhaps truly beautiful writing. After I finish reading a book that touches me in a complete way, where it imbues me with its grace, the direction of experience that I have been, but have failed to lock down ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life, I spent Merdeka eve in the nation's capital, KL. It was.. interesting. Shady trees that lined the roads were sparkling with fairy lights heavily strewn over their branches like curtains. Hundreds of young boys in bicycles were congregating by the streets near Merdeka square, with capes, selendangs and sarongs made out ( Read more... )

I. Troubled Tongues
It started with a conversation on Thursday, culminating in another echo ( Read more... )

I dreamt I walked ( Read more... )

Fuck, I thought I was a brother ( Read more... )

I. Another radio journalist shot
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Another bullet hits a man;
He made a stand.
When will it end?
Gangsters dressed in coats and
politicians; making money,
granting wishes. Did you say you took a stand?
Bang Bang Bang Bang.
It’ll never end.

II. Kadir Regrets Corporate Giants Ignore Merdeka Month
Where’s your spirit ( Read more... )

Some things to remember (quick jotting before I go to bed ( Read more... )